by Robinson, M.
“You’re my son,” I whispered into his ear. “You’ve always been more than a nephew to me, Naz; I’m just sorry I never told you. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Honey.” Eden rubbed his back. “Before your dad—”
“Before your dad,” I interrupted, “your mommy and I were very much in love, but I was stupid and afraid, and I said some not nice things.”
“He had some growing up to do,” Eden chimed in with a smile.
I laughed. “Yeah, a lot of growing up. And I thought I lost your mama when she married your daddy, but our love was so big and so bright, that we created you, only I didn’t know right away, and when I did find out, you already had a daddy, it didn’t feel right to take that from him.”
Naz narrowed his eyes. “I think I understand.” He frowned. “So, you’re my daddy now?”
He was too young to get it.
But the words had needed to be said.
I pulled him into my lap and kissed his head. “I’ll be your daddy forever.”
He turned in my lap and threw his skinny arms around my neck, burying his face against me. “I can’t wait to tell Jude tomorrow. Hey, can you come to school and drop me off?”
“Of course.”
“Yay!” He did a little fist pump. “Oops! Gotta go pee.”
And then he was gone.
Eden cleared her throat. “No weapons.”
“I wasn’t going to—”
“You were literally plotting poor little Jude’s death in your head; I saw the tense look on your face. He’s six…”
“Still.” My jaw clenched. “Little shit for brains isn’t even good enough to be my son’s friend. I would never hurt a child, but trip one by accident? Tie his shoes together? Teach Naz how to take his enemies down one by one by plucking them from—”
“Mama! Daddy!” Naz came blazing back into the room. “I forgive Jude. It’s not his fault he’s mean. I’m just gonna tell him that it hurt my feelings.”
Damn it. Save me from a son who has more self-control and kindness in his heart than his mom and me combined.
“Good idea, buddy.” Eden ruffled his head. “Now, off to bed; I’ll be right in to say goodnight.”
He skipped off.
And once he was gone, I murmured, “At least let me glare at him…”
“Deal.” She burst out laughing and turned, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Once a made man, always a made man.”
“Hey, this made man keeps you safe. Keeps his family safe.”
“Yes.” She smiled. “He does.”
“Mammmmmmma!” Naz yelled.
“Hurry and kiss him goodnight so I can kiss you everywhere.” I grinned.
She laughed, sliding her hand down the front of my pants.
I was instantly hard.
She gave a throaty laugh. “Neat trick.”
“I have many tricks. Now hurry before I embarrass myself.”
“I love you, Romeo Casanova.”
“Love you too, Red.”
“Forever.”
“Forever,” I repeated.
My everything was in this house.
My world.
My future.
My son.
And soon-to-be… my wife.
EPILOGUE
“The West? Oh honey, I’m the wicked witch of everything.” —The Wicked Witch of Oz
Romeo
Now: Eight months later
“Oh God, right there…” Eden nearly came off the bed as I thrust into her, she scratched up my back, and I moved her to a sitting position to let her ride.
I preferred being the one in control, but I could allow it this time.
It was our honeymoon.
Plus, watching her tits bounce in front of my face was a great way to start my day.
“So good,” I rasped, her breasts slapped against my skin, her core so full of me that it was nearly painful. “Harder.”
“I’m so close!” she panted.
Bouncing up and down.
Rotating her hips back and forth.
I dug my fingers into her ass, making her ride me hard and faster.
More demanding.
See, I still had to be in control.
“Take me, take everything.” I gripped her hips and set her at a wilder pace; her jaw went slack, clamping down around me.
It had been like this before.
And after.
And now that we were married, it seemed like all she wanted was sex.
I never used a condom, and she still wasn’t pregnant. All the more reason to practice.
I came deep inside of her, and she fell onto my chest.
“You’ve been really horny lately,” I commented when she relaxed against me.
“About that…” Her eyes met mine. “I may be a little bit pregnant.”
“Red, you’re either all the way pregnant or not pregnant at all. That’s like saying, it’s not sex when only the tip goes in.”
“Worst example ever,” she grumbled, leaning her forehead on mine. “And I am pregnant.”
“You’re lying.”
“Why would I lie?”
“To make me happy.”
“I make you happy without lying to you, Romeo Sinacore.”
“Well then, you’re fucking with me, Eden Sinacore.”
“I would never.”
“Prove it.”
She smirked.
I flipped her over, hovering above. Kissing her belly, I put my ear to her stomach. “I don’t hear her.”
“Her?”
“Yes. I don’t hear our baby girl.”
“How do you know it’s a girl?”
“Because I know these things. I kill people for a living.”
“Bad people. You kill bad people for a living.”
“Same difference.”
“Actually, it’s really different.”
“Hello,” I crooned to her stomach. “Little Red, are you in there?”
My eyes locked with hers. Eden’s filled with fresh tears. “You’re going to make me cry.”
“Fuck, maybe you are pregnant.”
“There is no maybe. I am.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
She reached into the nightstand, pulling out what appeared to be a positive pregnancy test.
“Here is your proof.”
Joy burst in my chest, an emotion I was unfamiliar with up until the last year when Eden and Naz became mine. “Am I the lucky bastard that gets a horny pregnant woman for the next nine months?”
She smiled.
Big.
Bright.
Beaming.
“I’m going to use your dick like my own personal vibrator for the next few months.”
“Wow,” I laughed. “I feel oddly used.”
“You’ll make it.” She patted me on the shoulder just as a knock sounded at our door. “That’s probably Juliet with Naz.”
We hadn’t been able to bear leaving Naz home for our honeymoon, and I didn’t trust anyone else to protect him. I decided to take him with us, bringing my sister along to help us have some privacy. It was a free vacation for her, and Naz loved his aunt Juliet.
They had a special relationship, those two.
Deliberately, we separated ourselves from one another. Eden quickly put on one of the plush white robes and threw on a pair of gym shorts before I walked to the door, opening it wide for Juliet and Naz to come in.
My sister had that look on her face that said she was trying not to be embarrassed that I’d been balls deep in my wife and loud enough for the entire penthouse suite to hear about it.
“How was the beach?” I asked in a calm voice while she stepped in.
“It was fine. He missed you guys, though.”
I picked him up and swung him around. “How about you take a quick bath, and we go to dinner?”
“Yay!”
I shot my sister a wink and took care of my son.
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br /> Later, we all went to dinner. Juliet took Naz down to the beach to give Eden and me a little more privacy.
“I don’t want to go home.” Eden pouted from across the table. “I love it here in Tahiti.”
“I’ll bring you back. Next time with our baby girl and son.”
“You’re just dead set that I’m carrying a girl, huh?”
“I know these things. It’s what makes me good at what I do.”
“And what’s that?”
“Fucking you senseless.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Eden…” I warned. Her sass didn’t always have the best timing. I wanted to bury dick inside of her like I wanted to slap her ass for being a bad girl.
She giggled, and it was still the sweetest sound I ever heard. “I love you.”
“I know. I’m a lovable kind of man.”
“How modest of you.”
“I only speak truths.” Hooking one hand around the back of her neck, I tugged her toward me. “And I love you more.”
She grinned against my mouth, and hers parted as my tongue slid past her lips.
Our moment was cut short when we heard Naz yelling, “DADDY!”
I instantly turned in his direction, my hand already on my Glock. Panic took over every last bone in my body. I tensed up, watching him haul ass into my arms.
“Naz,” I breathed out once he was wrapped around me so tightly.
“Daddy!” he cried with uncontrollable tears sliding down his fear-stricken face.
“What happened?”
I peered up, searching for my sister. All the blood drained from my face when I didn’t see her running after him. She never let him out of her sight. It was the reason I trusted her more than I did a nanny.
It was in our Sinacore blood.
I didn’t have to hear him answer; I knew.
I already fucking knew.
“Daddy, I’m sorry. Aunt Juliet told me to run.”
I would forever remember his next words…
“They took her, Daddy! The bad men took her!”
The End
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS
M. Robinson
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Rachel Van Dyken is the #1 New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over 90 books ranging from contemporary romance to paranormal. With over four million copies sold, she’s been featured in Forbes, US Weekly, and USA Today. Her books have been translated in more than 15 countries. She was one of the first romance authors to have a Kindle in Motion book through Amazon publishing and continues to strive to be on the cutting edge of the reader experience. She keeps her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, adorable son, naked cat, and two dogs. For more information about her books and upcoming events, visit www.RachelVanDykenauthor.com.